Someone said that Buñuel does not judge his characters, as opposed to Hitchcock. That is true, if it means that one can also feel sorry for bad people. But that requires a view on men and women from the nineteenth century. I find nothing mitigating with the paranoid, jealous man. Yes, he’s obviously sick, but never is there an insight that his actions are unjust or hurtful. Moreover, the woman is completely lovable and easy to defend. Buñuel presents events and actions as they are, without explaining them. That is good, but here it becomes very polarized. The acting is really good, as is the photo. But it is not one of Buñuel better movies.